As if working parents don’t have enough on their minds, here’s something really outrageous….and for the first time in my life, I am completely speechless
Note – this piece is yet another example of how to blame mothers for the shortcomings of their children. Don’t dads matter in f#cking things up too?
I know I like to blame my husband.
For shame. I am all sorts of fired up. We were all running behind schedule this morning and I happened to be around the TV after 8am and hear this segment on the today show. And I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Was I alone here, people?
The Today Show dedicated almost 9 minutes to this idiotic woman who left her 16 month old toddler and another son (presumably older) UNATTENDED in a bath tub….to go do chores…and then she lost track of time….and then she came back to the bathroom and surprise – her baby was submerged under water and white and not breathing. The 16 month old.
And instead of sending the authorities out to question this woman and then bringing on medical experts to discuss the importance of not being an irresponsible and idiotic parent – and instead of discussing the importance of not leaving children unattended in the tub or any body of water (I’m sorry – I forgot where this part wasn’t OBVIOUS) – the Today Show went on to dedicate almost 9 minutes to praising this poor woman, this beautiful thin white woman, because her child was dead on arrival at the hospital and was not breathing for 40 minutes and then was in a coma for 13 days and then the miracle of science brought him back to life.
That part is, of course, wonderful because this is an innocent child. And the team of medical experts should have been interviewed because they are the miracle workers here compensating for this woman’s incompetence.
Instead, the Today Show wanted us to be wiping tears from our eyes when they show us soft screen shots of this dumb mother’s blog as she documented her painful emotions while her baby is in a coma?
Are you KIDDING ME TODAY SHOW?
I’m still stuck back in the first 10 seconds of the segment where Lester Holt casually mentions that the “young mother” (read: pretty and very telegenic) left the boys in the tub to go do “chores” and “lost track of time.”
Maybe I’m alone here – but really – how can anyone move past that?
And how irresponsible and absurd of the Today Show to glorify these parents and make the segment about their sad and miraculous tale instead of one about education and information – starting with – hey parents – don’t leave babies UNATTENDED IN WATER.
WTF
Is all I can say. Piss poor and pathetic “journalism” and a sad state that they are glorifying this woman instead of vilifying her – cause that’s what she deserves. This kid didn’t suffer so much because of some horrific accident or illness – he suffered at the hands of his own mother for her stupidity. I give 2 kids a bath by myself every night, one of whom is almost 16 months, while dinner is cooking on the stove, while the house is a destroyed mess and the laundry is piling up. I know all about all the other things going on during bath time. Just like I know all about how quickly little ones slip in the tub and their faces submerge in the water in the blink of an eye, and you pull them up and lose your breath until you feel certain that all is well…and dinner is burning on the stove, and the laundry probably just somehow multiplied like spring bunnies, but still – you don’t walk away and leave those kids in the tub.
For shame Today Show.
And someone ought to send the authorities out to lecture that woman.
Where good clothes go to die.
Feel me here people?
I know many people have this problem with one kid – especially baby socks – where do they go after you put them in the washing machine? But that never really bothered me. It’s been the addition of a second child, more laundry, and matching girl clothes that is slowly becoming the death of me. Where do these clothes go? And why does buying matching hot pink leggings seem like such a good idea in the store? Because when they are washed and folded, they look the same, so then they inevitably end up going in the wrong drawer in the wrong room…and then when it’s the only thing you want to put them in that day, you can only find them in the size you don’t need.
This keeps happening to me….specifically with DD2s clothes…specifically with items that are particularly cute. The vortex that sucks in laundry doesn’t have a taste for stupid socks or random underwear. No, it wants that cute sweatshirt with a cupcake on the front…..or those hot pink leggings that go with that super cute dress. It’s a snobby black hole, it seems.
So how is it that I end up spending what little free time I have, tearing apart the house, looking for these random pieces of clothes? Cause I’m doing it….and I know I’m not alone….and my mom, the woman who raised four children, is an excellent resource in ideas on random places these clothes end up, cause this laundry vortex is most definitely not just my cross to bear in life.
“Have you checked the linen closet? I bet the leggings attached to a fitted sheet and they’re folded in there, fitted sheets are the worst”
Brilliant.
So first thing this morning, before I even have coffee, I am tearing apart the linen closet. I am even looking inside the christmas duvet cover that I recently washed in case they got tangled up in there. It is now about more than just finding pink leggings. It is an obsession. I will not rest until I find them.
Cause I found the cupcake sweatshirt – like 4 months after I started looking for it – tangled up in a corner of DD1s closet….even though it’s DD2’s sweatshirt.
But no, no sign of the leggings in the linen closet.
“Have you looked on the side of the dryer against the wall in the laundry room?” says my mom today, as she’s getting an update on my hunt for the pink leggings.
AH HA!
Another brilliant idea. Except the part where there could be spiders down there and that calls into question my obsession. But I will go look for I will not rest until they are found.
Though I’ll likely end up buying a few extra pairs of pink leggings until the day they are found…and then the missing pair will show up after I buy the new ones. Mark my words.
Last night, we hosted a dinner party chez moi. Adults only. Lots of champagne and cheese. And you know it’s a good night when your discussions range from Furries (not for kids) to stink bombs during pep rallies. But one topic really struck both DH and me…..that of bringing home the second baby.
The reason we were all getting together was to celebrate the pending birth of two BFF’s second babies later in March. The two expectant dads raised the issue of bringing home the second baby and the idea of taking the older child out for special time with just dad on the weekend and how they felt the older child would really need this special time with them.
Ahh yes…….the fear of how the older child will react and being sensitive to them with the arrival of a new child. I don’t know about you, but this was actually the only thing that really worried me as the arrival of our second grew closer. There is so much hype and advice around bringing home baby, introducing new baby, helping older child adjust. It seemed like all the drama around sleeping and schedules and breastfeeding that comes with the arrival of the first is overshadowed by all the drama around helping the older child adjust to life with a sibling.
And frankly, DH and me, we ended up realizing it was all for naught. Tell me if you disagree. Please. I love a good sparring. But in the end, what we discovered was we needed daddy to take DD1 out of the house in those first few weeks because MOMMY needed the break. As it turned out, we’d forgotten that newborns well – they don’t really do anything – so in actuality, after a day or two of not liking “that baby” because she was getting some attention because she was new and small and cute, DD1 realized “that baby” was totally fine and acceptable because she didn’t do anything – so she really didn’t change her life in any meaningful way……yet (mobility is a whole different story).
Don’t get me wrong, of course special outings with daddy are important – but I’d say no more important when a new baby comes home than any other time of year – important just cause it means so much to both parties involved. Beyond that – I don’t think DD1 ever made the connection that she was going on this outing because we were carving out special alone time with her and a parent. I don’t think it made an ounce of difference to her. Am I saying – don’t be sensitive to how things are changing, don’t do special things like read stories to the older child or talk to them about their new sister and how they are still important and special – of course not.
All I’m saying is, in the end, those outings to us were critical because moi – the one who had delivered this new baby and who had just come off 10 months of pregnancy – needed some quiet time. As it turned out, I found that being home with the newborn was the break – and taking the energy-filled curious toddler out – was the work.
If you are expecting a second child, maybe this will help quell any anxiety you have about this transition. Or affirm your suspicions that dad needs to be prepared to step up and plan some fun activities out for the older child for mommy’s sake. Or maybe you totally disagree with me and if so I’d love to hear it.
